His stomach muscles contracted as he entered me in one, long, push, not stopping until his pelvis hit mine.
I inhaled sharply.It was a tight fit.
He was a big guy, and I was not a whole lot over five feet.
“You’ll adjust, little one.Tell me when you’re good.”
I rocked my hips.He was right.My body relented and let him in.I breathed out a sigh of relief.“I’m good,” I said huskily, wondering how it could be so good between us so soon.
And then he began to move achingly slowly inside me, his pelvis barely brushing my clit.
The state of my hands left me little room to move.
He shifted up and drove inside again, the base of his cock hitting me in all the right places.
My neck arched back.“Yes,” I hissed.
He did it again, and again.
I moaned and tossed my head to the side.
“Give me your eyes, Harley,” he gritted out.
Looking up at him I swore I’d never deprive myself of this view again.His eyes gleamed with intent, his powerful chest loomed over me in the most delicious of ways, and his abdomen flexed with every thrust.
I brought my knees up around his hips, but he shook his head.
“Drop your legs back onto the bed.”
He inched up further and moved faster, grinding against me every time he bottomed out.
My legs began to quake.
I squeezed my eyes shut despite my vow not to, his name a chant on my lips.
“Yes, little spitfire, give it to me, Harley.Come all over my cock.”
The first violent wave hit me.I needed something to hold onto but could grasp nothing.“Help me,” I gasped.
He dropped immediately, his chest anchoring me to the bed, his hips driving unceasingly, his mouth latched onto my neck.
I arched back, pressing my chest closer to his, and slipped into that sweet zone where only he and I and our pleasure existed.
“Perfect.Sweet and oh-so-fucking perfect.”
Those were the first words I heard when I floated back down.
“Are you ready for me?”he murmured, his lips claiming the line of my jaw.
“Yes, Daire,” I murmured, my body lax and completely wrung out.
“Hang on,” he rasped.Pushing up on his hands, he slammed into me, shoving my body up the bed, inch by exquisite inch.
“Harley,” he grunted, back bowing, hips stuttering as he pulsed deep inside me.Dropping to his elbows, he cradled my head in his hands.
With a deep sigh, he tucked his face in my neck.“My Harley.”
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